IC CONTACT POST

[uberboned]

[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

[[OOC: This is an IC voicemail post for all verses games. Please put the name of the verse/game you want in the subject heading.]]

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[Voice]

[rapping]

Fuck off.

[GABRIEEEEEEEL]

Are you going to help me out or not?

[momchester]

Don't ride me too hard, Sarge.

[That wasn't meant to sound dirty. Honest.]

[Voice]

[uberboned]

How can I resist amore?

[Voice]

[rapping]

What the fuck part of 'this is for a stupid bet' do you not comprehend. Do you not do this kind of shit in Heaven. Do you just turn over eighty fucking rocks to find some goddamn marshmallows for your angelic furry friends or do you hit up the nearest thug for some fucking graham crackers.

Where is the fucking poetry, Gabriel? Where is the double-crossing motherfucker that can throw down with the rest of them? Lost to the fucking Disney movie that my life has supposedly become. It's the sickest form of irony that I've ever fucking seen, in that this entire conversation is fucking pointless, and Jesus Christ, I need a goddamn Hershey's bar.

[Voice]

[uberboned]

Oh c'mon. I'm just screwing with you, Dave. I'll see what I can do.

[Voice]

[rapping]

[hrgggggghghg]

-- thanks.

text;

[safeguarded]

Good to know I have a reputation as 'the bread kid'.

Purgatory is a club, isn't it? Are you the manager?

Voice;

[uberboned]

I pay a lot of attention.

Cabaret, but close enough. Owner, emcee, but not the guy who controls the money. That's my wife's thing.

Text;

[safeguarded]

I think I'm realizing that.

I have to admit, I'm actually a little curious as to why - there are other bakers in the city, aren't there?

Voice;

[uberboned]

You've got style, you've got flair, and hey, you're there.

[References Peeta will not get, take 40.]

Mostly I'm just getting Crowley's goat.

forward dated to monday -- a week after she's disappeared

[nukeoleptic]

woof

voice;

[uberboned]

Well, look who decided to come back.

voice;

[nukeoleptic]

Hehehe.

And I can fly now, too.

voice;

[uberboned]

Does that come standard with coming back to this place now?

video;

[nukeoleptic]

Maybe! I couldn't tell you.

[ She flips the feed to video, fluffy white dog ears perked. ]

Voice;

[safeguarded]

Trying to bother him by stealing the source of his muffins? You aim low.

video;

[uberboned]

[HOLY CATS.... DOGS.]

Are those real?

[nukeoleptic]

[ She's also a solid two years older, and it shows a little in her smile. ]

Jesus. Is that the first thing everyone is gonna ask??

[uberboned]

Not everyone goes home and comes back part dog, Jade. I'd say it's worth noting.

Voice;

[uberboned]

And I'm the angel. Sets the bar really low for our side of the universe.

[nukeoleptic]

Oh my god, if I had remembered Adstring at all, I would have missed it so much. You guys are so funny.

[uberboned]

And I would have had to be twice as obnoxious to make you like me again.

[nukeoleptic]

Hehehehe. I dunno.. you're pretty likeable at your standard level of obnoxiousness.

[uberboned]

You're gonna make me blush.

[nukeoleptic]

Keep your cats indoors, Gabriel!